Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Symarip,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.